JESTERS

And like smiles that seem to go away when the blue
becomes all my heart
And all of the world slips from my fingers too
in moments such as these I only wish to kiss you
and ignore the jesters
those who I never knew
So I sit upon a ledge and watch my time
upon a blue marble turning carelessly
when all I need is you
And I have come to know those jesters are masked
they’re all my faces killing me
expect for the memory of you.

:: 04-06-2015 ::

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